The sun was even brighter than her? Nemeon could not fathom that idea, she was the brightest thing he had ever seen and it stung his eyes to keep looking, but he dared not look away. Not when this could be his only chance to get this close to something that even vaguely resembled the sun.
His head tilts when hers does, though he’s not conscious of the way he copies her. His golden eyes roam across her illuminated skin but he is not so lost in the light that he doesn’t hear her answer. Nor hear the skiing that the truth brings. It is enough to remind him to blink, for his head to straighten once more as he breathes out his answer. “Not once.”
Nemeon is learning how strange this is, though it is all he knows, so he is free with an explanation. “I turn to stone each day, but the sun is often in my thoughts. My sister tells me about it.” The colt’s voice is soft, filled with all of his dreams. He is smiling now, it grows on his face slowly. Just like the rise of the moon across the sky and - he imagines - the sun when it does its version of the same dance.
It is another moment before he remembers the question she had greeted him with, and that slowly-spreading, dreamy smile fades away as he refocuses back into reality. “You don’t always glow?” Was this one of the side-effects that his mother had warned him about? He hadn't even touched her... but guilt begins to seep in all the same and he takes back that step that had brought him forward. Just to see if it will dim the light at all.
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